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exwaiz
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Pairing: Yuki/Kyo
Rating: PG
Line: “Maybe you should just get him catnip instead of chocolates this year.”
Frisky
656 words
Yuki had regretted inadvertently publicizing his and Kyo’s “relationship” as soon as Shigure had walked in on them, but he regretted it particularly more at the moment and the dread that accompanied it was only increasing by the minute. Especially, he thought with a grimace, as the days drew closer to Valentine’s. The holiday of chocolates and ribbons and blushing, stammering girls (which was actually preferable, generally, to the overly aggressive and frankly inappropriate approaches by his fan club’s top members)—Yuki had never liked it.
He liked it less this year now that Shigure was in the know and very happily flaunting that knowledge.
“So, Yuki, what’re you going to get your darling neko?” he asked, grinning, propping his chin in his hands and batting his lashes across the table at his younger cousin. “Something sweet? Chocolates? Or are you going to bake him something? Aw, how sweet, homemade cookies!”
Yuki twitched, determinedly ignoring his guardian. In his head, he made a list of things he had to do:
Turn in the essay on China-Japan current relations versus relations from fifty years ago. Student council meeting tomorrow at seven. Walk Tohru home from work. Buy her something nice. Get that baka neko something.
“Maybe Yuki will bake a cake, na?” Shigure speculated. “I should tell Aya! He’d be thrilled to know how thoughtful his little brother’s being—“
Yuki pulled himself out of his thoughts in time to throw the magazine he’d been idly flipping through at Shigure. “Go call your editor back or something,” he said, annoyed. Shigure only laughed at him and stole the magazine. If only they’d locked the door back then, Yuki thought a little desperately. If only the stupid house had locks on the doors.
Rising to his feet, he left the room and climbed the stairs to his room. Valentine’s Day was such a hassle; he didn’t even know why he was giving Kyo something. Did that make him the “girl” in the relationship? Yuki scowled at the thought, sliding his door shut behind him with a slam. Honestly, the whole holiday was so ridiculous.
Flopping down onto his futon, Yuki groused for awhile, because Shigure was stupid, Valentine’s Day was stupid, Kyo was stupid, he was stupid… The entire world was stupid and he was tired of it. Resolving that, he began to drift off a little, wrapped in the warm sunshine filtering in through his windows.
He woke to a weight on his chest and blinked the sleep from his eyes to find Kyo draped over him, napping peacefully. Yuki’s mouth opened a bit in surprise, a soft sound escaping him before he could help himself, and Kyo stirred, lifting his head and slitting crimson eyes at him.
“What are you doing?” Yuki asked, but his voice wasn’t as harsh as it could be.
Kyo shifted into a more comfortable position, keeping his body aligned with Yuki’s. “Taking a nap,” he said flatly, as if daring the other boy to say or do something about it. He shifted again and his head was tucked into the crook of Yuki’s neck and shoulder now, making contented noises. “You’re warmer than the roof,” he added with a faint flush.
Yuki was silent for awhile, until he noticed Kyo sniffing him. “Kyo!”
“Your fault, stupid,” said Kyo, tongue lapping out to taste Yuki’s neck. “You smell good.” He slid a hand over Yuki’s hip, mouth still busy.
It was about this time that Shigure flung open the door to Yuki’s room. “Tohru says dinner is—“ He stopped and inspected the scene before him. “Almost familiar,” he teased, grin spreading across his face. At Yuki’s angry look (Kyo was too busy to bother with him), Shigure smirked and sang out, “Maybe you should just buy him catnip instead of chocolates this year. It’d keep him happy.”
He ducked as Yuki threw the only thing within grabbing range, his alarm clock.
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Posted: 06.01.2005
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Disclaimer: Fruits Basket isn’t mine because if it’d were…well, all my biases would show through, for one, and I’d probably be a lot more into the series than I currently am, because things would be going my way.
Notes: I die. Because I’m so over the word limit it’s not even funny. But it’s late and I’m tired and I don’t feel like editing. Deal. In other news, yes, ALSR10 is still being worked on. As is that FujiRyo fic that now wants to spawn into a multi-parter. Oh God. And then while reading Memoirs of a Geisha today, Fuji-muse came along and sat on my shoulder and said, “Wouldn’t I make a great geisha? Write me and Ryoma into a geisha porn fic please.” Wtf? I’m totally going to die at this rate. Stupid muses. ::goes off to bed, still ranting::
For:
exwaizFandom: Fruits Basket
Pairing: Yuki/Kyo
Rating: PG
Line: “Maybe you should just get him catnip instead of chocolates this year.”
Frisky
656 words
Yuki had regretted inadvertently publicizing his and Kyo’s “relationship” as soon as Shigure had walked in on them, but he regretted it particularly more at the moment and the dread that accompanied it was only increasing by the minute. Especially, he thought with a grimace, as the days drew closer to Valentine’s. The holiday of chocolates and ribbons and blushing, stammering girls (which was actually preferable, generally, to the overly aggressive and frankly inappropriate approaches by his fan club’s top members)—Yuki had never liked it.
He liked it less this year now that Shigure was in the know and very happily flaunting that knowledge.
“So, Yuki, what’re you going to get your darling neko?” he asked, grinning, propping his chin in his hands and batting his lashes across the table at his younger cousin. “Something sweet? Chocolates? Or are you going to bake him something? Aw, how sweet, homemade cookies!”
Yuki twitched, determinedly ignoring his guardian. In his head, he made a list of things he had to do:
Turn in the essay on China-Japan current relations versus relations from fifty years ago. Student council meeting tomorrow at seven. Walk Tohru home from work. Buy her something nice. Get that baka neko something.
“Maybe Yuki will bake a cake, na?” Shigure speculated. “I should tell Aya! He’d be thrilled to know how thoughtful his little brother’s being—“
Yuki pulled himself out of his thoughts in time to throw the magazine he’d been idly flipping through at Shigure. “Go call your editor back or something,” he said, annoyed. Shigure only laughed at him and stole the magazine. If only they’d locked the door back then, Yuki thought a little desperately. If only the stupid house had locks on the doors.
Rising to his feet, he left the room and climbed the stairs to his room. Valentine’s Day was such a hassle; he didn’t even know why he was giving Kyo something. Did that make him the “girl” in the relationship? Yuki scowled at the thought, sliding his door shut behind him with a slam. Honestly, the whole holiday was so ridiculous.
Flopping down onto his futon, Yuki groused for awhile, because Shigure was stupid, Valentine’s Day was stupid, Kyo was stupid, he was stupid… The entire world was stupid and he was tired of it. Resolving that, he began to drift off a little, wrapped in the warm sunshine filtering in through his windows.
He woke to a weight on his chest and blinked the sleep from his eyes to find Kyo draped over him, napping peacefully. Yuki’s mouth opened a bit in surprise, a soft sound escaping him before he could help himself, and Kyo stirred, lifting his head and slitting crimson eyes at him.
“What are you doing?” Yuki asked, but his voice wasn’t as harsh as it could be.
Kyo shifted into a more comfortable position, keeping his body aligned with Yuki’s. “Taking a nap,” he said flatly, as if daring the other boy to say or do something about it. He shifted again and his head was tucked into the crook of Yuki’s neck and shoulder now, making contented noises. “You’re warmer than the roof,” he added with a faint flush.
Yuki was silent for awhile, until he noticed Kyo sniffing him. “Kyo!”
“Your fault, stupid,” said Kyo, tongue lapping out to taste Yuki’s neck. “You smell good.” He slid a hand over Yuki’s hip, mouth still busy.
It was about this time that Shigure flung open the door to Yuki’s room. “Tohru says dinner is—“ He stopped and inspected the scene before him. “Almost familiar,” he teased, grin spreading across his face. At Yuki’s angry look (Kyo was too busy to bother with him), Shigure smirked and sang out, “Maybe you should just buy him catnip instead of chocolates this year. It’d keep him happy.”
He ducked as Yuki threw the only thing within grabbing range, his alarm clock.
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Posted: 06.01.2005
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Disclaimer: Fruits Basket isn’t mine because if it’d were…well, all my biases would show through, for one, and I’d probably be a lot more into the series than I currently am, because things would be going my way.
Notes: I die. Because I’m so over the word limit it’s not even funny. But it’s late and I’m tired and I don’t feel like editing. Deal. In other news, yes, ALSR10 is still being worked on. As is that FujiRyo fic that now wants to spawn into a multi-parter. Oh God. And then while reading Memoirs of a Geisha today, Fuji-muse came along and sat on my shoulder and said, “Wouldn’t I make a great geisha? Write me and Ryoma into a geisha porn fic please.” Wtf? I’m totally going to die at this rate. Stupid muses. ::goes off to bed, still ranting::
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